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My favorite jeans have now been missing for a total of five hours, counting from the time I started to look for them earlier tonight. I don't think I've ever been so frustrated. How in the world does a pair of jeans just disappear? I wore them yesterday and the day before that and the day before that, and before that I washed them. Before I washed them I wore them for several days on end. I checked the laundry room, my closet and all my drawers (haha, oh puns.), the bathroom, and even the shower, which made me start to feel sort of crazy. My room is not even that messy.
They are not in my car. They are not in the living room.
AHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Help.
Edit, like fifteen minutes later: This is not funny now. Now I'm not joking about the feeling crazy. I have searched the apartment conclusively and they ARE NOT HERE. I was thinking how I would leave that post and then do a slightly more thorough search of the room and there they would be and I would come back and say, haha, look how silly I was! But now I'm just starting to feel paranoid. I took the trash out yesterday. Did they somehow get in there? Should I go look in the dumpster? Janene didn't seem concerned at all about it when I tried to convey the urgency of the situation. They're probably in your room somewhere, she said. I BET SHE STOLE THEM. I don't care if she would never wear tapered jeans with a hole in the crotch that don't fit her at all. You guys don't understand. I bought these things on clearance a year ago. I'll never find another pair. And even if I do, I don't remember what size they were.
I guess I'll go try to sleep now, and by that I mean cry into my pillow. Fuck!
They are not in my car. They are not in the living room.
AHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Help.
Edit, like fifteen minutes later: This is not funny now. Now I'm not joking about the feeling crazy. I have searched the apartment conclusively and they ARE NOT HERE. I was thinking how I would leave that post and then do a slightly more thorough search of the room and there they would be and I would come back and say, haha, look how silly I was! But now I'm just starting to feel paranoid. I took the trash out yesterday. Did they somehow get in there? Should I go look in the dumpster? Janene didn't seem concerned at all about it when I tried to convey the urgency of the situation. They're probably in your room somewhere, she said. I BET SHE STOLE THEM. I don't care if she would never wear tapered jeans with a hole in the crotch that don't fit her at all. You guys don't understand. I bought these things on clearance a year ago. I'll never find another pair. And even if I do, I don't remember what size they were.
I guess I'll go try to sleep now, and by that I mean cry into my pillow. Fuck!